As my hand touched her pussy lips, she threw her head back once more, a sharp shudder running through her body as her eyes glazed over and a soft gasp slipped free.
"Young master…" Her voice came out thin and broken, barely more than air, as though whatever strength she had left was leaking out of her with every breath.
Only stubborn will kept her upright.
I rubbed my fingers slowly across her pussy lips, not rushing, letting myself feel the slick heat there. The wetness clung to my skin, reluctant to let go, and yet her body seemed to lean into every faint drag of my touch, as if it was begging for more without daring to say it.
My mouth was still on her breast, teeth grazing lightly before my lips closed around her nipple again, while my other hand teased her clit with small, deliberate motions.
Her hips twitched despite herself, and a sharp, tingling wave of pleasure rolled through her.
'She's close already?' The realization surprised me.
'We haven't even started anything yet…' I muttered under my breath, a crooked grin tugging at my lips.
I stopped just as her breathing hitched and her body tensed, pulling my hand away and stepping back enough to look straight into her eyes.
"This… young master…" Lydia whispered, chest heaving as she stared at me, her expression caught somewhere between disbelief and desperation.
She had been right on the edge of something overwhelming, and the sudden absence of sensation left her suspended there, aching.
'Why?' The question flickered across her face, followed by a flash of reluctance, almost frustration.
"Undress me," I said, my tone firm and unyielding.
The lingering pleasure hadn't faded. It was still racing through her limbs when she heard the order, making her thighs tremble.
For a brief moment, she looked down, lips pressed together. The urge to touch herself was obvious, her fingers twitching at her side.
Even a few seconds, just a few careless strokes, would have been enough to send her over the edge she was still teetering on.
But I couldn't allow that yet.
"Now," I added calmly when I noticed her legs draw together and her hand drift toward her skirt.
She froze.
Then, with a shallow breath, she stepped closer and reached for my robes.
Knowing she couldn't refuse, Lydia focused on the task, her fingers unsteady as she began to undress me.
As she worked, the restless pleasure continued to gnaw at her, refusing to settle.
The memory of my tongue on her breasts and neck lingered vividly, as did the contrast of my cooler fingers against her heated skin…
She wanted it back. All of it.
And the thought alone was enough to make another clear stream of liquid trail down her inner thighs.
I noticed, of course, but chose to ignore it, letting her finish stripping away my robes in silence.
Then she reached my underwear.
She bent down, movements careful, and slowly pulled it free, revealing my fully hard, nine-inch member.
'Same size as in my previous life?' I murmured, my grin widening slightly as I looked down.
Satisfied, I shifted my attention back to her.
Almost immediately, her hands went to her own skirt, fingers curling into the fabric as she tried to tug it down.
It was obvious. Since I was bare, she wanted to be too.
"Leave the skirt on," I said, stopping her without raising my voice. "It makes things more thrilling."
She blinked, confusion flashing across her face, but she didn't argue.
Instead, she obeyed, letting her hands fall back to her sides.
She stood there clutching her robes nervously, shoulders drawn in slightly as anticipation built in her chest.
Silence stretched between us.
With every second that passed, her breathing grew heavier, and the dampness soaking her underwear only worsened.
Drip… drip… drip…
The sound of her fluids hitting the floor echoed in the room, far louder than it should have been.
Each drop made her cheeks burn hotter, the composed, mature air of a woman in her late thirties slowly breaking apart. There was a flash of embarrassment in her eyes, a reflexive urge to hide, yet beneath it all, her pleasure only intensified.
Heat coiled low in her abdomen, itching waves spreading through her body until she shifted her weight unconsciously, trying to ease the sensation.
Then, without warning, warm lips pressed against hers.
Lydia let out a small, startled sound before melting into the kiss, her body softening as if her bones had turned to water.
My hands slid under her skirt again, this time without hesitation, immediately meeting the slick, pooled wetness there.
The sensation sent a jolt through me as well.
I was just as aroused by the situation.
I had never encountered a woman who carried this kind of raw erotic pull. It wasn't just her body. It was the way she reacted, the way she tried and failed to hold herself together.
Every movement she made drew my attention, and if not for my self-control, I would have surrendered to her long ago.
I slipped a finger into her wetness, slowly, feeling it coat my skin before her warmth closed around me.
"Mmmmm…" Lydia moaned as soon as I was inside her, the sound vibrating against my mouth.
I drew my finger back slightly, then pushed in again, measured and unhurried, drawing another soft cry from her lips.
The sound was swallowed by our kiss.
I added my middle finger, and this time her walls clenched around me instinctively as I began to move, thrusting in and out with a steady rhythm.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
The wet sounds filled the room, mixing with her uneven breathing and the quiet, broken noises she couldn't seem to stop.
"Mhhh… mmm… ah…"
Her grip tightened around my fingers again, and this time I didn't pull back. Instead, I increased the pace slightly, pushing her closer.
When I felt the tension build, I shifted my thumb and brushed her clit.
Her reaction was immediate.
Her eyes flew open, then rolled back as pleasure flooded her body in a sharp, overwhelming rush.
Her legs buckled, strength giving out all at once, and she nearly collapsed before I caught her.
Even in my arms, I could feel how weak she'd become, her body trembling faintly.
"Ah… ah… what's this feeling? Ah…" she gasped, tongue slipping out as a thin line of saliva dripped down to the floor.
I withdrew my hand from beneath her skirt and glanced at my fingers, slick and shining with her juices.
Bringing them up, I didn't give her time to protest before I licked them clean.
"Hmmm… tastes like vanilla," I said casually.
Her face flushed even deeper, a soft whimper escaping her as another aftershock of pleasure rippled through her.
Still, despite reaching that peak, something restless lingered in her.
She swallowed, eyes fixed on me.
"Your cock… young master… please, I need your cock."
She had heard the whispers before, shared in hushed voices between maids.
They said it was only a man's cock that could truly take pleasure that far.
Yet she had already experienced so much from my fingers alone.
So what would it feel like to take all of him?
Lydia didn't know.
But the need burned fiercely inside her.
Her pussy twitched at the thought of that thick, massive cock filling her, stretching her.
Even after climaxing, the ache was already building again.
I looked at her, a faint smirk resting on my lips.
Slowly, I stroked my cock, coating it with her warmth.
"Are you sure you're ready to experience my cock?"
She hesitated.
For a brief moment, fear flickered through her desire. Fear of losing herself completely.
It felt like a devil's offer, tempting and dangerous.
And yet, she couldn't bring herself to refuse.
She nodded, half-dazed, forcing herself upright despite the weakness in her legs.
"Please… I need your cock, young master…"